| Eighteen was a rocket ride
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| I lit the fuse and I held on tight
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| Every day was a Friday night
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| And I’ve got the scars to prove it
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| It all blew up at 25
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| Saw those telephone poles flyin' by
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| And I don’t remember much that night,
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| I’m just lucky I got through it.
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| And I let it run like an open vein
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| Love the pleasure and curse the pain
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| Ohh, foolish things I’ve done
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| I’m too old now to die young.
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| Woke up alone at 35
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| Just across town from my ex wife
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| I get my two kids every Friday night
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| And I work all week to do it.
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| Their mama and me couldn’t work it out
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| Oh but that don’t seem to matter now
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| They’re all that I care about
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| And I’ve got their love to prove it.
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| And I let it run like an open vein
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| Love the pleasure and curse the pain
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| Ohh, foolish things I’ve done
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| I’m too old now to die young.
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| And I let it run like an open vein
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| Love the pleasure and curse the the pain
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| Ohh, foolish things I’ve done
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| And I never thought I’d make it here
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| Wish I could live another hundred years
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| Ohh, foolish the things I’ve done
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| But I’m too old now to die young
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| I’m too old now to die young
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| Oh, too old now to die young. |